“And you dislike it very much?”
“Dislike it!”
There is no describing the bitterness that he crowded into these two words.
“Then do not—for my sake do not be married. Why should you? I’m sure it will do me no good. I don’t care in the least for it!”
His sharp eyes brightened for an instant, and he looked at me eagerly, like a convict on whom sudden hopes of escape had dawned.
“Then you wouldn’t much mind leaving this place, Zana?” he said.
My heart sunk, but I strove to answer cheerfully.
“No, no, I—I don’t think it would seem so hard after a little!”
“And Jupiter, and Cora?”
I burst into tears.